I have a series of family pictures taken when our kids were young and we’re all walking backwards. I don’t know if anyone outside the family would realize that we’re doing that — although on close inspection, I think we look smug and maybe a teensy bit off balance. These oddball photos were the brainstorm of my husband, who would find a backdrop that he liked — a lighthouse with a long boardwalk is one that I particularly remember — and decide that the best way to frame the picture was for us to face a certain direction. He would set up the shot and then instruct us to turn around and walk backwards so we would be toward the camera. When I look at those photos now, forty years later, and they still make me laugh. I like to imagine us as walking backwards into the future.